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May 29, 2012, 72 notes
May 29, 2012, 23 notes
Can someone kill me, please?
I want to die right now. Candice Swanepoel is in Turkey and I can’t meet her. Why? Because the Hoodoos have been formed in fucking Nevşehir instead of Izmir, Bursa or Istanbul. Candice is there right now and I’m about to commit suicide.
God, the girl comes to Turkey once in 40 years maybe, and I can’t even get an autograph or whatsoever. Damn. And also, fuck you Hoodoos.
May 27, 2012, 10 notes
May 27, 2012, 13 notes
I’m back! =)
May 27, 2012, 0 notes
My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mum more than anything else in the world.
(Source: romanceinthedarkness)
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May 4, 2012, 172 notes
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